EMMA POV
My heart sank. What was she doing? Why was she saying this?
“Natalie—” I started, but she cut me off.
“No, Emma. It’s time your mom knows the truth. I helped you, but I didn’t give you all that money. Emma had other ways of getting the rest.”
My mom’s eyes flicked back to me, suspicion deepening in her gaze. “What is she talking about, Emma?”
I shook my head frantically, my mind racing for an explanation. “Natalie, stop it.”
But she wasn’t stopping. She was enjoying this.
Q
“She became a stripper, Mrs. Ava” she said, her voice casual, like she was talking about the weather. “That’s how she got the rest of the money. She danced for men, and then… well, she did more than dance, and more than you could ever imagine.”
My mom’s face went pale, her lips parting in shock. “Emma…
